Different genres of Fadie short stories.
Genuinely dedicated this book for Finn Wolfhard and Sadie Sink. They both had inspired me to write these short stories based on different themes. This book contained various collections of Finn Wolfhard and...
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Sadie almost thought Poppy was lost.
For the whole Sunday afternoon, Sadie had been searching for the crafty cat high and low in her house and around the neighborhood.
True, Poppy was a cat, and there were times when they were playful and would just disappear on you for a while before coming back for food. That was the problem. Two hours had passed since Poppy's lunchtime and it was still nowhere to be found.
It was till she finally saw Poppy lying on the pavement in a park that was five minutes away from her home, showing off its belly to a man that was squatting and playfully poking its tummy.
She wanted to call out for Poppy, but a sudden realization dawned upon her that the cat was never this friendly to anyone, not even the landlady despite interacting with her for so long. She frowned, and that one reason she could only think of appeared in her mind.
Finn Wolfhard.
But she also feared for that disappointing day when she thought the man at the supermarket was him, to have him turned around and the eyes that were not the color of dark coffee staring at her. There was no open wound, no blood, but Sadie had no idea her chest would ache so badly that she truly cried.
She didn't want to remember that terrible feeling ever again, and it was a lesson learnt to never jump to conclusion if she didn't want to break her own heart.
Tentatively, Sadie approached towards the man and her eyes instantly turned blurred on its own.
That jerk with black curly hair.
Poppy turned and laid on its tummy, creating a brief distraction to stop the man from being focused on the cat and glanced back.
Dark coffee eyes. Sadie confirmed.
"Finn Wolfhard." She sniffed, still not able to believe her eyes. The said man who she yearned to see for so long, even desperately in her dreams, was right in front of her right now and the first thing she did was to curtly say his name.
"Yo."
Sadie tried to find her voice.
"Y-You're back."
His eyes twinkled.
Three, two...
His lip curled up into a smile. "Yeah. It's been long."
"A year." Sadie inputted.
Nothing has changed.
She stood there, watching him playing and caressing Poppy's fur with a grin plastered on his face. He commented how Poppy grew fatter and continuously gave those weird cooing noises that Sadie couldn't help but roll her eyes to suppress a laugh. It was just like a year ago, seeing these two troublemakers playing around on the corridor.
